Taken - I Am His Dirty Little Secret

by Jamie Fuchs

  “Don’t move,” he said as he got up to shut all of the blinds, leaving me face down and helpless. I did as I was told. I didn’t want to upset him.

  I could feel my pussy getting damp between my legs as he approached the couch once again. He pressed one hand firmly down on my ass while the other ran the length of my pussy, tracing its shape over top of my pajama pants. I could feel myself begin to soak through them as he pressed my panties between my lips.

  I was excited. I couldn’t wait to have his cock force its way past my folds and into my warmth. He pulled his hand back from my ass for just a moment before it came crashing back down with a dull slap that was muffled by my pants. I could feel the sting as he pulled them down slightly and sunk his teeth into the red skin. I moaned, not knowing if it was a cry of pain or pleasure.

  He got up and laid his weight down on my back, his breath hot on my ear.

  “You’re a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?” he growled as his hand searched for my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? You love to be taken. Tell me you love it. Tell me you want me to take you.”

  “Take me,” I exhaled desperately.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged of him.

  “Not yet.”

  He took his weight off of me and I could hear him lowering his zipper. He knelt beside the couch, his cock standing strong just inches away from my face. My eyes were fixated on it as it throbbed, just as desperate for me as I was for it.

  Grabbing it with his hand, he stroked it in front of me, teasing me. I could feel my eyes widen as I watched, and my teeth involuntarily bite my lower lip. My cravings were too much. I tried moving closer to take it into my mouth, but he pulled it away, stroking it just inches from my lips.

  I leaned back into the couch, and his cock followed me. He rubbed it against my cheek and pressed my face down into the couch with it.

  “Stick out your tongue,” he demanded before running the length of his shaft across my tongue. When the tip arrived, I could taste the salty bead of precum that had found its way out of the end. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, longing for it to be inside of me.

  He placed one of his hands on the side of my head just behind my ear and thrust his cock past my lips. He forced me down into the cushion as he moved slowly in and out of my mouth, using me for his own purpose, finally. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter with each hump.

  Standing up beside the couch, he dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. His shirt hit the floor next, landing right beside his pants. He yanked my pajama bottoms off all the way before spreading my legs and kneeling behind me.

  I could feel his weight shifting as he leaned down to me, my pussy anticipating the arrival of his cock. It pressed up against me between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it against my panties before parting them to the side.

  With his cock rubbing up and down the length of my pussy, he spread the natural lube all over me. My pussy was practically begging him to enter as he teased me.

  “You’re a filthy girl,” he scoffed as he finally sunk his dick deep inside of me, forcing the air out of my lungs, helping to satisfy the need that had been building up for so long. The slapping of his hips against mine filled the room as he fucked me hard and fast.

  He pressed his weight against my back and reached around, forcefully grabbing each of my tits and pinching the nipples. I buried my face into the couch cushion and let out a scream of pleasure as he twirled them in his fingers. My fingers struggled, reaching for something to grab onto, but with my hands tied behind my back, there was nothing that could help me weather the storm.

  He pulled out and knelt again in front of my face. I turned to see his cock, red, throbbing, and wet, barreling down at my mouth.

  “Taste it, you filthy girl,” he said, forcing himself between my lips again. The somewhat sour taste from deep inside me being forced into my mouth was turning me on like crazy. He didn’t stay there long, only long enough for me to get a taste. Mr. Davis was turning out to be the master of teasing. Just as soon as I was getting something I wanted, he would take it away.

  He grabbed me and energetically pulled me off the couch. I knelt in front of it and bent over with my face in the seat. Parting my knees, he knelt behind me. The tip of his cock ran up from my clit to my opening and thrust straight in, giving me no choice but to make room for his girth.

  Digging his fingers into my hips and groaning behind me, he used me. Each of his thrusts were pushing my head further into the back cushion of the couch.

  He paused, his cock buried deep inside. I could feel him leaning to the side and hear him fumbling around in the bag he brought. I waited eagerly as his cock throbbed inside of me.

  Vrrrrrrrrrrr. I could hear the gentle hum emitted from the vibrator as it started up. He reached around with one hand and pressed it against my clit. An overwhelming lightness took over as tingles spread throughout my body. He languished inside of me while he used the vibrator to get me off.

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long like this. The vibrator was pushing me closer and closer to climax with each passing moment. I clenched my hands into fists behind my back as his ramming began again and I prepared myself for release. I could feel the orgasm only seconds away as his balls brushed up against my pussy with each heave.

  He was close, too. His low groans were becoming more and more laboured, and each smack against me became more deliberate and forceful than the last, until he was frantically throwing his hips against my backside.

  The sound of his tell-tale orgasm groan made my head spin and my vision blurry as I felt him releasing everything inside of me. My legs began to quiver as I sunk my face into the seat and screamed to let it all out. His other hand dug harder into my hip, the slight sting only adding more to my pleasure.

  When it was all finished, I could feel him weaken behind me. He slowly pulled his cock out as he backed away from me. I couldn’t move. My body was exhausted from finally getting his dick in the way that it needed. I heard him stand back up and put his clothes back on. He wasn’t one for staying after he got what he wanted.

  Untying my hands, he let them fall to my sides like lead weights. He left me there, half of my body on the couch, his cum dribbling down my leg.

  I couldn't wait to tell Sarah everything.

  I pulled out my phone and dialed Sarah’s number.

  “Hey Sarah!” I said.

  “Hey girl!”

  “Guess what?!”

  “What?”

  “Well, you know how I fooled around with Mr. Davis? We have a special surprise in store for you in Controlled. People are saying it’s the best one yet!”

  “Awesome! I can’t wait!”

  “Oh, and there’s more! If you want to know what happens for free, Jamie is running a promotion right now for anyone who joins her mailing list. They get a free story for joining! Just tell her I sent you, and you want Controlled.” I said with a wink.

  “Awe man, I really can’t wait now!”

  “Jamie would also be really happy if you left a review of this story too!”

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  Taken

  By Jamie Fuchs

  Copyright 2013 Jamie Fuchs

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